| being grilled, smiled (he had had a onebumper at parting from | 1 |
| Mrs Molroe in the morning) and stated to his eliciter under his | 2 |
| morse mustaccents (gobbless!) that he slept with a bonafides and | 3 |
| that he would be there to remember the filth of November, | 4 |
| hatinaring, rowdy O, which, with the jiboulees of Juno and the | 5 |
| dates of ould lanxiety, was going, please the Rainmaker, to | 6 |
| decembs within the ephemerides of profane history, all one with | 7 |
| Tournay, Yetstoslay and Temorah, and one thing which would | 8 |
| pigstickularly strike a person of such sorely tried observational | 9 |
| powers as Sam, him and Moffat, though theirs not to reason why, | 10 |
| the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear, | 11 |
| taste and smell, as his time of night, how Hyacinth O'Donnell, | 12 |
| B.A., described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainter, with | 13 |
| part of a sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork) on the fair green | 14 |
| at the hour of twenty-four o'clock sought (the bullycassidy of | 15 |
| the friedhoffer!) to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded | 16 |
| another two of the old kings, Gush Mac Gale and Roaring | 17 |
| O'Crian, Jr., both changelings, unlucalised, of no address and | 18 |
| in noncommunicables, between him and whom, ever since wal- | 19 |
| lops before the Mise of Lewes, bad blood existed on the ground | 20 |
| of the boer's trespass on the bull or because he firstparted his | 21 |
| polarbeeber hair in twoways, or because they were creepfoxed | 22 |
| andt grousuppers over a nippy in a noveletta, or because they | 23 |
| could not say meace, (mute and daft) meathe. The litigants, he | 24 |
| said, local congsmen and donalds, kings of the arans and the dalk- | 25 |
| eys, kings of mud and tory, even the goat king of Killorglin, | 26 |
| were egged on by their supporters in the shape of betterwomen | 27 |
| with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddiness, waving crim- | 28 |
| son petties and screaming from Isod's towertop. There were | 29 |
| cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the | 30 |
| bohernabreen of: Mind the bank from Banagher, Mick, sir! Pro- | 31 |
| dooce O'Donner. Ay! Exhibit his relics! Bu! Use the tongue | 32 |
| mor! Give lip less! But it oozed out in Deadman's Dark Scenery | 33 |
| Court through crossexanimation of the casehardened testis that | 34 |
| when and where that knife of knifes the treepartied ambush was | 35 |
| laid (roughly spouting around half hours 'twixt dusk in dawn, | 36 |